The Soup Kitchen That Became a Sanctuary
Every Saturday morning for eleven years, First Baptist Church of downtown Louisville held a prayer breakfast. The deacons arrived at 6 a.m., brewed coffee, read scripture aloud, and were home by 9. They called it their weekly fast — a sacrifice of sleep and comfort offered to the Almighty.
Then one February, a pipe burst in the church basement and flooded the fellowship hall. While the repair crew tore up floors, they discovered something: a side door that opened directly onto an alley where dozens of homeless men and women sheltered each night, just fifteen feet from where the deacons had been praying for over a decade.
Deacon Harold Marsh stood in that doorway a long time. "We'd been fasting with our eyes closed," he later told the congregation.
Within three months, the Saturday prayer breakfast became a Saturday meal service. The deacons still prayed — but now they prayed while ladling chili, distributing coats, and driving people to job interviews. Attendance at the breakfast tripled. Not because more church members showed up, but because the neighborhood walked in.
Isaiah 58 asks a piercing question: What good is a fast that never opens its eyes to the suffering next door? The Lord doesn't want our hunger — He wants our hands. True worship, the prophet insists, is breaking every yoke, sharing your bread with the hungry, and bringing the poor wanderer into your home. When we do, God promises something extraordinary: "Your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear."
Harold Marsh and his church discovered what Isaiah knew all along — the fastest way to find God is to open the door you've been walking past.
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